Chapter 142: Who’s The Idiot That Dared Climb Onto Grandmother’s Bed!
Ming Zhaoshuang followed Bai Bai over and indeed saw Ming Zhaoxue.
The latter’s white clothes trailed on the ground, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, his demeanor indifferent, idly playing with the long sword in his hand within the dream.
Upon seeing Ming Zhaoshuang, his eyes lit up with joy, his entire face beaming with smiles.
Ming Zhaoshuang, still remembering Bai Bai’s earlier words, directly asked, “Is something wrong with your body? Are you facing any misfortune?”
Ming Zhaoxue smiled, “Nothing’s wrong, it’s a good thing.”
Ming Zhaoshuang raised an eyebrow, “Truly?”
Ming Zhaoxue said softly, “Once you wake up, you’ll find out.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was delighted to hear this and said, “Then I’ll wake up now!”
Ming Zhaoxue became anxious and quickly grabbed her, saying, “It’s not dawn yet. I’ve waited for you for so long, can’t you stay with me a little longer?”
Ming Zhaoshuang chuckled, grabbed Ming Zhaoxue’s arm, and said, “What, you don’t want me to go?”
“I don’t want you to go,” Ming Zhaoxue nodded and said, “Mainly, I’m afraid you’ll be unhappy when you wake up.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was puzzled, “Why would I be unhappy? Your good fortune is my good fortune.”
Ming Zhaoxue frowned and said, “I’m afraid… never mind. Let me teach you sword techniques first. After another two or three days, you should be able to finish learning the upper part.”
Ming Zhaoshuang asked, “Do you know the lower part? Do you, do you? I want to learn that!”
Ming Zhaoxue summoned his long sword and stood behind Ming Zhaoshuang, demonstrating to her how to correctly channel spiritual flow and rotate the sword’s surface for this move.
He said, “Naturally, I do.”
As he spoke, the long sword in his hand flashed with golden light, transforming from a line into points, and soaring irresistibly towards empty space.
Ming Zhaoxue handed the sword to Ming Zhaoshuang and said, “Try this move.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand brushed over the body of Ming Zhaoshuang’s long sword and found it remarkably similar to Fushuang, as if they were from the same origin. However, Fushuang was more majestic and sharp than this long sword.
Ming Zhaoshuang recalled the origin of Fushuang and asked, “Where did this long sword of yours come from?”
Don’t tell me it was also refined from the corpse bones of Xiao Bai’s dad.
She was truly scared of that.
Ming Zhaoxue’s eyebrows relaxed, as if recalling something, and he said, “This is the lifebound sword of our Dragon Race, forged from dragon bone. It can be considered a divine tool.”
Both the Dragon and Phoenix races are divine beasts; their bone and blood can transform into divine tools.
The sword in Ming Zhaoxue’s hand was formed from his own lifebound bone, but as he had not yet ascended to godhood, this sword could only be considered a secondary divine tool.
If it were to be truly considered a divine tool, it would have to be Fushuang in Ming Zhaoshuang’s hand. Dragon King Ao Tian was the last ascender in ten thousand years; his lifebound bone was the true divine bone.
Therefore, Ming Zhaoxue’s lifebound sword’s aura was slightly inferior to Fushuang’s.
Ming Zhaoshuang saw that the long sword in Ming Zhaoxue’s hand was snow-white, and the blade was spotlessly clean with no inscriptions. She couldn’t help but ask, “Since it’s a divine tool, why wasn’t it named…”
Ming Zhaoshuang stopped mid-sentence, suddenly remembering that Ming Zhaoxue couldn’t even be bothered to name himself, let alone a sword.
But just as she finished speaking, two characters suddenly appeared on the sword’s body.
“Que Xue”
Fushuang, Que Xue; both were named after her.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked up and happened to see Ming Zhaoxue’s snow-white hair falling by his ear, his golden eyes lowered, sweeping towards the sword’s edge.
He asked Ming Zhaoshuang, his golden pupils flickering, as if seeking praise:
“How is this name?”
Ming Zhaoshuang said, “This name is very good.”
Ming Zhaoxue chuckled softly, and in that moment, a gentle breeze seemed to pass through his eyes, as if a bright moon had fallen into Ming Zhaoshuang’s embrace.
He said, “Although Fushuang is powerful, its compatibility with you does not exceed sixty percent. After careful consideration yesterday, I felt it would be better for you to adapt to Que Xue first. Once you are familiar with the sword moves to a certain degree, you can naturally use Fushuang.”
This was why he handed Que Xue to Ming Zhaoshuang today. Ming Zhaoshuang’s slow progress in learning sword moves wasn’t due to her lack of intelligence, but because Fushuang wasn’t cooperating.
While it was true that Ming Zhaoshuang could increase her compatibility with Fushuang by continuously using it, Fushuang’s lack of cooperation would also become a hindrance to Ming Zhaoshuang’s use of sword techniques.
The Number One Sword Technique Under Heaven was created by Feng He and Ao Tian. If Ming Zhaoshuang could thoroughly master it, her compatibility with Fushuang would naturally increase. This could also be considered a roundabout way of achieving the goal.
Furthermore, Ao Tian and Ming Zhaoxue are father and son, and Fushuang and Que Xue are extremely similar. There is no better practice weapon than Que Xue.
Moreover, with Ming Zhaoxue watching over Que Xue, there wouldn’t be any problems.
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally understood Ming Zhaoxue’s intentions. Her heart stirred, and she smiled at Ming Zhaoxue, saying, “Xiao Bai Bai, you’re truly wonderful! You’re so good at being likable!”
It was just a pity that Ming Zhaoxue could only exist in dreams. It would be wonderful if he could be in reality.
Ming Zhaoshuang sighed, picked up Que Xue, and just as Ming Zhaoxue had taught her, transformed the line into points and broke through the air with a single sword strike.
The sword move was sharp. Although it didn’t possess the overwhelming power of Ming Zhaoxue’s, it was not to be underestimated.
It was at least a notch better than when she used Fushuang before.
Ming Zhaoshuang was astonished, “Is this the true strength of a divine tool?”
Fushuang truly suffered when it was with her.
Ming Zhaoxue shook his head, “More than that. The power of a divine tool is far greater than you imagine.”
It was just a pity that he had no spiritual power on him at the moment, otherwise, he could have demonstrated to Ming Zhaoshuang what it meant to shatter mountains and rivers and darken the sun and moon.
Instead of feeling any disappointment, Ming Zhaoshuang became even more excited, as if she could already see Fushuang becoming increasingly sharp and formidable in her hands.
Ming Zhaoshuang tilted her head up and said, “Let’s continue!”
Ming Zhaoxue softly responded with an “Okay,” and began to instruct Ming Zhaoshuang on the use of sword moves again.
In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight streamed over Ming Zhaoshuang’s bedside.
She was seen with her brows relaxed, her red mole faint, seemingly lost in a deep sleep.
And by her left hand lay a man.
The man was in white clothes, with delicate features, his head resting low in the crook of Ming Zhaoshuang’s arm. His snow-like hair fell onto his face, exuding a warm and gentle aura.
Suddenly, his eyelashes twitched, like scattered flying frost.
His light golden eyes, contrasted by his silver-gray lashes, appeared even more striking.
Ming Zhaoxue had emerged from the dream, his soul seemingly still immersed in his conversation with Ming Zhaoshuang, thus appearing somewhat bewildered.
He reached out, and familiar ten fingers appeared before his eyes. Not yet having adapted to this body devoid of any spiritual power, he suddenly felt his arm tighten, and his entire body was lifted into the air.
Immediately after, his chest ached, and his back slammed hard against the ground.
At the same time, a fierce voice rang out by his ear:
“What kind of idiot dares to climb into Grandma’s bed! Are you tired of living!”
Ming Zhaoxue propped himself up with his hands on the ground, his hair falling low, his eyelashes reflecting a golden hue, appearing somewhat dejected.
As a member of the Dragon Race, he was thick-skinned and tough. Although Ming Zhaoshuang had used considerable force, it was still inconsequential to him.
However, the moment Ming Zhaoshuang saw him, she directly kicked him off the bed, clearly not welcoming him in human form. Realizing this, Ming Zhaoxue felt a little down.
If he had known that transforming into human form would earn her disgust, he might as well have stayed coiled on Ming Zhaoshuang’s wrist.
After Ming Zhaoxue subconsciously kicked him off the bed, Ming Zhaoshuang only then looked up to see what the idiot who climbed into her bed looked like. To her surprise, upon seeing Ming Zhaoxue’s familiar face, she was startled.
She can’t still be dreaming, right? Why would Ming Zhaoxue be in her bed?
If she had kicked him so hard just now, what if Ming Zhaoxue got angry?
Damn it, how could she have caused such a grave disaster just by waking up!
“Um…”
Ming Zhaoshuang coughed twice, then timidly and tentatively asked:
“Xiao Bai Bai?”
